"Mr. Park, it's a pleasure seeing you again after all this time," a man said, extending his hand to Yoshi with a practiced smile.

Yoshi returned a tight, polite smile, barely managing the pretense before turning to leave. His steps faltered, though, as a voice called out from behind.

"Mr. Park, is it true that your daughter has been missing for months now?" a reporter's voice rang out from the crowd.

"Are you back in the city for good, sir?" another voice pressed.

"Mr. Park, there are rumors that Mrs. Park isn't your first wife- is that true?" "Sir, are you planning to resume business operations here?" "Where have you been all these years?"

The questions flew at him relentlessly, each one sharper, each more invasive, striking at what he had tried so hard to bury. Yoshi gritted his teeth, pushing forward with a tense expression, but inside, the ache was real. Aeri's disappearance gnawed at him, and no matter how he tried to convince himself everything was for her safety, guilt and worry weighed him down. His public return to the city had already caused a stir, and now, faced with the reporters' insistent questions, it was clear he couldn't keep his personal life hidden any longer.

Finally reaching the private area reserved for VIPs, Yoshi exhaled in relief, collapsing onto a nearby couch and burying his head in his hands. He could still feel the eyes of the crowd on him, could still hear the barbed questions echoing in his mind. Somewhere out there, his men were scouring the city for any trace of Aeri, but all they had so far was dead ends. Even as he tried to collect himself, another voice broke into his thoughts.

"Mr. Park, what a delightful surprise," said a young man now standing in front of him, extending a hand with an almost too-friendly grin.

Yoshi looked up, recognition flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it, shifting back into an air of cold indifference. He ignored the offered hand, turning away. But the young man wasn't deterred.

"Now that's just rude, Mr. Park," he murmured, withdrawing his hand, sliding it in his pocket but still watching Yoshi with that same unsettling smile.

Yoshi let out a quiet sigh of exasperation. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

"Oh, don't look so tense," the young man replied, his tone mocking. "I traveled all this way to meet you. Isn't that worth a little hospitality?"

Yoshi tried to suppress his irritation, giving the man a glance that said he couldn't be less interested. "I'm not interested in whatever you have to say," he muttered, hoping to end the encounter quickly.

The young man only smirked, leaning in slightly. "Oh, I think you'll be very interested, Mr. Park," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He paused, as if savoring the moment, before continuing. "Funny, isn't it? You and I have crossed paths so many times in this world of ours, yet I've never properly introduced myself."

Despite himself, Yoshi found his attention sharpening. There was something about the man's demeanor, an ominous undertone that made Yoshi's pulse quicken.

"The name's Han Dongmin, but my family once called me Taesan," he said with a chilling smile. "Perhaps you recall a man by the name of Han Jun-seo, he used to work for Park Enterprises. Or a woman named Han Byeol... she was my mother." he said everything with an unsettling expression plastered on his face.

Yoshi's breath caught, his eyes widening as Taesan continued, each word sinking in like ice.

"Long ago my parents died in an accident," Taesan said, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him, "But it wasn't just an accident," he paused giving Yoshi a menacing look before continuing, "they were murdered.... and had it not been for sheer luck, I would have met the same fate." He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with malice. "So let's try this again, shall we? I'm Han Dongmin, son of Han Byeol. A pleasure to finally meet you, Park Yoshi.... truly a pleasure." he ended exaggerating the last few words, the disturbing smile never leaving his face.

Yoshi's composure shattered. He stared at Taesan in shock, struggling to make sense of the revelation. For years, he'd lived with the certainty that he had erased every trace of that family, that no one had survived. And yet, here was the son of Han Byeol, standing before him like a ghost from his past who came to haunt him.

When Yoshi finally regained control of his thoughts, his first instinct was to look around, panic flashing across his face. He wanted to ensure no one else had witnessed their conversation, but by the time he turned back, Taesan was gone. It was as if he'd vanished into thin air, leaving Yoshi reeling.

With trembling hands, Yoshi grabbed his phone, dialing a number with urgency. "Hwang... close all the exits," he stammered, his voice barely steady. "Make sure no one leaves this place... Taesan was here, but he disappeared, he can't have gone far. Find him."

Hwang slid into the passenger seat beside Yoshi, his face etched with concern. "Sir, we've searched every corner of the hotel, but there's no sign of him," he said, slightly out of breath.

"How can that be, Hwang?" Yoshi snapped, frustration spilling over. "He was right here, talking to me one moment, and then- he vanished. It doesn't make sense."

Hwang hesitated, trying to calm his superior. "Sir, are you certain it was him? It might have been someone who just resembled him."

"No," Yoshi said vehemently. "It was him. No one else would dare speak to me that way. And he knows... he knows we can't find Aeri without him. He's toying with us." His voice grew louder, frustration and dread lacing every word, "Double the security. If he hasn't left the building, we'll find him. And if he's already gone... well, he won't have gotten far in so little time. Inform every guard that if they fail to find him tonight, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

Hwang nodded, flinching slightly at Yoshi's intensity before hurrying out of the car to carry out the orders.

Left alone in the oppressive silence, Yoshi's mind raced with Taesan's words, the dark accusations swirling around him. The son of Han Byeol- alive, against all odds. The day he thought he had erased them all came rushing back, an avalanche of memories he'd buried long ago. His hands clenched into fists as he grappled with the impossible. How could Taesan have survived? He thought he'd erased every loose end, destroyed every piece of evidence. And yet, here was living proof that his past had returned to threaten everything he held onto now.

Updated finally !! I'm sorry I made you guys wait for so long, blame my messed up schedule.
Hope you liked it <3